Wednesday, 23 August 1876 (11 August) — Gavronzi

A game of cards, during which I worked at my needlepoint and, from time to time, said something which was listened to with curiosity.
Papa rose from the card table and sat beside me, leaving the cards to Pacha and Michel. I talked while embroidering and he listened with great attention.
Then he proposed a walk in the country. I walked first on his arm, then lagging behind with Paul and the little prince. We stopped in at my wet nurse's cottage — she pretended to wipe away a tear. She nursed me for only three days. My real nurse is at Tchernakovka.
This imbecile, this little dandy reduced to caricature, was courting me in a ridiculous and humiliating manner [words blacked out: which re]minded me of Antonelli — I cannot think why.
They led me far away.
— It is to give you an appetite, my father would say.
I complained of tiredness and spoke of my fear of the grass on account of serpents and other "ferocious creatures."
Father is reserved; daughter likewise. Were it not for the hunchbacked one, Michel, and the other, it would be a thousand times more fitting. He has me sit beside him to watch Michel's acrobatic feats and gymnastics — Michel having learned the "trade" in a circus he followed all the way to the Caucasus on account of a little circus rider.
At dinner there were nothing but tragicomic quarrels between Michel and Pacha — the latter naturally mocking and despising the former, who thrashes about, writhes, shouts softly, plays the buffoon, and every instant repeats the word "dandy."
— Maman, what does that mean? he asks the princess.
— I do not know, my dear.
— I shall tell you, since it is I who so named you. Gommeux comes from gomme — gum.
— Gum! Ah! Charming... charming, yes — dandy.
And all repeat the new word with delight, for except my father no one knew it and none of them understands its true meaning.
— So I am a dandy.
— Positively, my dear.
— But what does it mean?
— It means a fine-looking man, said my father, laughing.
— Then yes, charming, char... cooed the little dandy — but why did you name me so?
— Because I see straight through you.
— What?
— You are transparent. [Crossed out: my dear.]
The serious young man burst out laughing.
— What? Transparent? drawled the little dandy.
— Yes.
— But that is not good.
— It is a quality greatly prized in painting.